response to our recent article on alumni mementos, graduates from
around the country described their own UB treasures— and why they
still mean so much.
include Erie County 'Sheriff's Card'
enjoyed your article on saving UB articles in the Spring/Summer
2000 issue of UB Today. I also saved various items following
my years (1963-67) at UB, including the very same freshman beanie
pictured in the article, as well as all my transcripts, student
IDs and program cards.
addition, I saved one of my most valued possessions from that
era-my Erie County Sheriff's identification card, which allowed
me to prove my age in various drinking establishments (the legal
age then was 18, and since I was from New York City, I hadn't
yet obtained a driver's license). I wonder if the Sheriff's
Department still issues such cards?
Forman, B.A. '67
Greensboro, North Carolina
response: The Erie County's Sheriff's Department discontinued
the practice of issuing sheriff's cards in 1982, according to
Technical Sergeant Vincent Delgato.
evokes memory of youthful confidence
had to add my item to your pile of saved memorabilia. I still
have my junior year (1967-68) photo student ID card with the
holes punched at the bottom. Why I don't have the others, I
have no idea; why I do keep this one, there's a good reason:
I love looking at the photo, especially now that I've reached
the age of a full deck of cards, plus the joker. I see a foxy
20-year-old smiling at me and seeming to say, "I've got the
whole world ahead and nothing to stop me."
Price Adiv, B.A. '69
Tel Aviv, Israel
includes '70s athletic clothing
I have saved from my time at UB is a wool UB baseball cap, a
football manager's shirt (the shirt was a leftover from when
the program was dropped after the 1970 season, yet never given
out until I became the manager of the team in 1977), and two
jerseys from the first three years when football was revived
in 1997, given to me by longtime UB equipment manager Joe Stabille.
also have the original shirts that were purchased by the players
and coaches with "UB Bulls" and a UB football helmet on them,
as well as a team jacket from the 1979 season.
Balter, B.A. '80
Brooklyn, New York
kept tuition bills, other valuables
to your article, "So what did you save?" in the Spring/Summer
2000 issue of UB Today, here is what I saved:
my human resources textbooks.
My cousin's UB jacket from the late 1960s (somewhere).
A red exit globe (probably an original from the 1920s). When
Foster Hall was being renovated in 1979, I happened to be in
the building. I asked one of the contractors for the globe,
which was going to be discarded in favor of the more visible
exit signs of the time, and he gave it to me.
All my tuition bills. First semester 1975 was $171.25 (includes
TAP and a Regents Scholarship deduction).
Bicycle license plate from the late 1970s (Oh yes, I still have
the bicycle that it was attached to).
Brothman, M.B.A. '80 & B.S. '80
Morris Plains, New Jersey
sweater brings warm memories to mind
sweater hangs from a hook on the coat rack in my office. It's
dark blue, wool, with no frills-no woven cables, no elbow patches,
no cuffs, not even a label. It looks like it belongs in the
bottom of a trunk, buried in mothballs.
wear the sweater only in the office, and only when the air conditioning
overcools or the heating underheats. The rest of the time, it
just hangs on the rack and delivers 35 years of memories, dating
to the summer of 1965, when I was preparing to begin my freshman
year at UB. The sweater is the only remaining purchase from
a survival kit that my mother and father assembled for my move
to the frozen tundra of Western New York.
parents were in shock. They had told me I could go to any state
school for college, but they hoped I would choose one closer
to our home in Brooklyn. I had different ideas. I was accepted
at Stony Brook and Buffalo. I chose Buffalo for three reasons:
I had heard it was a great party school; I had heard that I
could take skiing for gym class; and I knew that I would be
about 450 miles from Brooklyn-as far as I could get and remain
in the state.
the acceptance deadline approached, my mother tried bribes,
fear tactics and threats to convince me to go to Stony Brook:
Buffalo was too far for me to come home on weekends (bad argument);
Buffalo was too far for them to visit (worse argument); and
Buffalo was too cold (who cared).
chose Buffalo, and my parents decided they still were obligated
to protect me. So they took me shopping for Arctic clothing:
high, insulated work boots (before they were in style); thick
woolen socks (too itchy to wear-ever ); woolen long johns (see
"woolen socks," above); and a heavy khaki army coat. I was pleased
to discover that the coat met '60s campus fashion standards.
The blue sweater was instantly out of style.
the sweater survived-at first, due to inertia, later to nostalgia.
As a parent now, I smile when I recognize my parents' way of
showing love and concern for their 105-pound, not-quite-17-year-old
son who was leaving home for the first time. As a settled 51-year-old,
I get a little misty-eyed when I remember arriving at UB. My
parents dropped me off at my Allenhurst off-campus apartment,
where male freshmen were housed. They drove off in tears; I
felt a rush of glee, excitement and adventure that I had never
felt before and have never equaled since.
didn't find the wild parties-only a few beer blasts at Washington
Hall downtown where Wilmer and the Dukes played. I skied on
my own, but I had to settle for bowling and tumbling in gym
class. UB, however, turned out to be a wonderful place for me
to be and become myself. I found great teachers, mind-opening
ideas and experiences, and-for the first time-close friends.
I've attended other universities for graduate school since then,
but none have produced such rich memories or challenged my loyalty
toward and affection for UB.
the way, I stayed warm.
Buffalo, I've lived in six different cities, as a teacher, counselor,
newspaper reporter, doctoral student, and now associate professor
of English at a community college in Louisville, Kentucky, and
(as yet) unpublished author of children's stories.
Ginsberg, B.A. '69
preserved in plastic bag recalls soccer days
reading the article [on what constitutes a college keepsake]
in the last edition of UB Today, I thought I would write and
share something that I saved from my days at UB.
have some grass. Not the kind you smoke, the kind you play soccer
on. My days at school playing soccer were the absolute best
of my life, and as my final home game in 1995 against St. Bonaventure
came to a close, I ripped up a handful of grass from RAC Field
to keep with me. It sits today as it always has, in a plastic
sandwich bag along with some other soccer mementos that I have.
It brings back many fond memories that I will have with me forever.
weird thing to keep, certainly. But I thought you might like
to know about it.
Malikowski, B.S. '96
coffee mug serves up daily reminder of UB
loved "So, what did you save?" ("UB alumni share cherished memories
and possessions from their college years," Spring/Summer 2000).
gold SUNYAB coffee mug sits on my desk at my law office beside
my computer (holding a telephone headset earpiece). My folks
found it when they moved a number of years ago, at which time
I learned they had discarded copies of the Spectrum from 1969-70,
AKA the "riot year," when the local police (or was it the National
Guard?) were billeted on campus due to student strikes (UB as
the "Berkeley of the East").
Reiner McEntyre, B.S. '73
Corte Madera, California
keeps candy wrappers won in contest
disappointed I didn't hear about your article "So, what did
you save?" (Spring/Summer 2000 issue) sooner. I could have sent
you a bag of 24 Tootsie Roll wrappers I won from WRUB, the old
AM station based in Harriman Hall on the Main Street campus.
My friend worked there and got me started listening to the station-even
though reception was poor and few others tuned in.
day they must have been testing if anyone was listening and
offered a prize to the 24th caller. I started dialing and I
think it was between me and one other caller for all the marbles,
or rather, wrappers. I don't know what was more pathetic, the
fact that I was listening, or that I actually picked up my prize.
Nevertheless, I still have that bag as a reminder of one of
the lighter moments of my freshman year.
Stauss, B.S. '88
Elmsford, New York
UB belongings include big steamer trunk
loved your article [on items saved from one's college days],
especially since it took me back to my own experience at UB,
that being one of the best times in my life.
still have a "souvenir" tear gas canister (empty, of course)
from the riots of 1970. I also still have the big steamer trunk
I used to ship my belongings to Goodyear Hall in 1966. When
I moved off campus with six other girls to a little four-bedroom
house on Tyler Street, that trunk became the "coffee table"
for a couple of years. I still store some old treasures in it.
don't know if this is sentimental or just my being a pack rat,
but I also saved a few favorite textbooks, thinking they'd come
in handy for something. Well, the insides of them haven't seen
the light of day in 30 years, give or take a few. (How can that
compute? I don't feel that old!) Are the Speech or Psychology
Departments interested in a small vintage collection?
(Clarfeld) Traugott, Ed.M. '73 & B.A. '70
IDs recall success of three UB degrees
read the article in UB Today entitled "So, what did you save?"
and it brought back some memories. I served four years in the
Air Force (1962-66) after flunking out of UB in 1962. I returned
to the campus for the fall of '66 semester. I subsequently completed
a B.A., M.S. and Ph.D. from UB (in different fields).
still have my '66-67, '67-68 ID card. Why? I do not know! I
also have several from the '70s. Every once in a while I retrieve
them for a trip through memory lane.
up the good work.
Wachtel, Ph.D. '82, M.S. '76 & B.A. '69